Work did not go well last week. I'm still learning my new job and some days things just don't go at all well. Put a few days like that together and by the end of the week.... I was feeling really frazzled. At one point, I almost quit. I was really regretting moving from my former role to my current one. It's not that the customers were being awful. It was more that I was feeling overwhelmed and confused and so, so down on myself.
When I get like that I really need a good beating. It's honestly about the only thing that can get my head set back on straight and make me feel like I'm normal again. I get a lot of stress out when Master is kicking my ass. Normally, we go to the gym on Tuesdays and Thursdays and that can help me relieve stress but that wasn't what I needed. I needed to be beaten.
We had talked about doing it on Wednesday and things sort of fell through. By the time dinner was done I was super tired and ended up going to bed early. So, as a result, I started off Thursday feeling grumpy as all get out. Then, my day went south and I ended up getting home almost on the verge of tears.
Master took me upstairs and had me strip down and kneel to get on the bed. He let me get up on the bed and started me out on my stomach. We recently got a couple of new floggers. One is made out of recycled bicycle tires and the other has falls that are made out of chain. We hadn't had the chance to try either of them up until then. Master started using the rubber flogger and I was in love!
It was so lovely and stingy and had a good thump too. He used it on my back and ass and it didn't take long before my back was all stingy. Then, he brought out the chain flogger and that was less great. It hurt a hell of a lot and Master wasn't even really hitting me that hard. The few times he did was really, really painful.
Once he worked my back for a while he had me turn over. He started out with our violet wand. It was really intense. He soon switched to slapping my tits, something that feels really good. My head was swimming. He put clothes pins on my nipples and stomach and kept hitting me. Finally, he brought out our Hitachi and used it while punching and slapping my stomach. I came, he moved like he was going to punch me and it tipped me over the edge.
I started crying. It was ugly crying and it was necessary. As soon as that happened, off came the clothes pins, the wand went away and Master slipped into bed beside me. He held me while I finished off my little sob fest. Finally, when I was more myself, we were able to get up and get dressed. It was comfy clothes and snuggling until bedtime. It. Was. Glorious.
My brain was reset. I felt better (and still do). I don't know if it's the endorphins or what but sometimes, sometimes, a girl just needs a good beating.
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